MTL - His Marriage Partner is Scheming-Chapter 51

On flat or rough roads, the beige caravan with a simple appearance drove quickly towards the front.

The airflow brought by the driving of the vehicle merged with the wind, passing over the numerous branches. The small window on the vehicle body was slightly opened, and there was a sound of plastic rubbing and colliding inside.

The brightly colored miniature balloon man stood inside the window, and was blown to swing from side to side, and flowed out of the window to embrace the wind for a while, and was blown back into the car by the wind for a while.

Swaying in the wind with it, there is also the sound of loud music coming from the car.

The refreshing heavy metal rock music played from the car speakers spread from the cockpit to the entire car.

At this moment, it was Chi Xueyan who was holding the steering wheel, and He Qiao was sitting in the passenger seat next to him, looking at the map.

He and He Qiao took turns driving, about every two or three hours, so as not to be too tired.

Chi Xueyan didn't turn on the navigation, he looked at the road signs flashing by the side of the road, and asked the people around him: "Which way do you turn at the next intersection?"

"Turn right and get ready to get on the expressway." He Qiao answered him, "In half an hour, we will arrive at the expressway service station, and it's time to refuel."

Chi Xueyan nodded slightly, and when the RV with excellent performance passed the next intersection, it turned a beautiful corner like a drift and drove to the right.

Whether it is the music played by the speaker or the driving style of the vehicle, it is easy to distinguish who is driving at the moment.

For this self-driving trip in the spring, the two did not make a detailed route and schedule plan in advance.

He Qiao originally wanted to do it, but Chi Xueyan didn't think it was necessary.

Anyway, there is only one destination that must be visited, just make sure that the last stop is there, and leave the rest to God's will.

As the scenery changes along the way, Chi Xueyan will turn into the road he thinks has better scenery at any time, and He Qiao is responsible for ensuring that the general direction is correct, reminding him when he is close to the city entrance and gas station, and deciding whether to go there together.

So from the very beginning, Chi Xueyan fell in love with this trip.

This seems to be closer to the original meaning of travel.

For those who travel by car, the most common choice is to drive all the way to the northwest, where the territory is vast and the natural landscape is more beautiful and magnificent.

But they were generally headed east, since their only sure destination was a temple in the city to the southeast.

That was a place that Han Zhenzhen wanted Chi Xueyan to go for a long time.

One weekend in the sixth grade of elementary school, he went on a trip to other places with his parents who said he would leave. There is a famous temple in the local area that is said to be very effective. , specially took him to that temple to pray for blessings.

Even today, Chi Xueyan doesn't understand what is worth praying for in the Xiaoshengchu exam, but it sounds normal if it is replaced by the high school or college entrance examination.

That day, his mother asked for a signature for him, but the signature that was solved did not have anything to do with the pupil's test scores.

The signature said that he had a very ill-fated life and would eventually die, so he signed the signature extremely fiercely.

Han Zhenzhen was shocked because of this, the Xiaoshengchu exam suddenly became unimportant, and since then she no longer bothered Bodhisattva about his studies, she had something more to care about.

Later, she kept looking for various fortune-telling masters, and finally got a more detailed prediction: going her own way emotionally will eventually lead to disaster.

So from Chi Xueyan's middle school days, she paid special attention to her son's emotional dynamics until he graduated from university and worked.

Seeing that the time for ordinary people to fall in love and get married is getting closer and closer, and maybe one day they will suddenly bring back someone who doesn't know the details, Han Zhenzhen, who is worried, simply discusses arranging a blind date for him.

She didn't want her self-willed son to go his own way, and she didn't want to force him to be with someone he didn't like, so she came up with this moderate and naive idea.

When Chi Xueyan's blind date failed for the tenth time, Han Zhenzhen quietly went to that temple again.

The temple where the first foreshadowing of the son's fate was made.

She knelt on the futon and earnestly prayed to the Bodhisattva: she hoped that among the blind dates she thought were good, there would be someone her son would like.

The purpose of most people's blind dates is to find a marriage with matching conditions, but she hopes that her son will encounter true and pure love.

Even if that possibility seems too remote.

And during the eleventh blind date, Chi Xueyan actually met her.

So after the two finished their wedding, Han Zhenzhen always wanted Chi Xueyan to go to the temple to fulfill his wish, but he didn't find a suitable opportunity.

Now it's just time to plan a honeymoon trip, and it would be great to take time to go there with He Qiao again on the road.

He Qiao didn't reject the proposal, neither did Chi Xueyan.

He still remembers that when he went there when he was in primary school, it was also in spring. Hydrangeas bloomed inside and outside the temple, and the green branches and leaves were dotted with dense flowers.

So he reluctantly put up with his mother's superstitious act of insisting on going in to help his little Shengchu take the exam. After all, the scenery is beautiful and he can wait outside.

More than ten years ago, when he was young, he stood by the courtyard wall, looking up at the flowers in spring for a long time in a trance.

More than ten years later, when he grew up, he let go of the steering wheel and looked down at the people around him who unbuttoned their seat belts.

Fate turned a corner in the fragrant smell.

Chi Xueyan thought that He Qiao would also like those hydrangeas.

After the car door closed, He Qiao walked aside to get the fuel gun, while Chi Xueyan lifted the fuel tank cap and waited for him to come over.

After refueling, the two had a simple lunch at the service station.

The lunch tasted so-so, Chi Xueyan ate hastily, and thought about going to the forest for a camping barbecue at night, so she couldn't wait to get in the car and drive to the next stop, but found that He Qiao was looking at a certain direction intently.

He followed He Qiao's line of sight to see a couple who were arguing.

It seems that there was a conflict on the road, and the quarrel was quite fierce. Many guests who were eating or resting here were secretly looking around.

After hearing a few words, Chi Xueyan quickly looked away.

He is not interested in this kind of quarrel like a ghost hitting a wall over and over again, and it is not as good as a TV show with a wonderful script written in advance.

On the contrary, He Qiao, who was seriously watching the excitement in front of him, was more interesting.

It may seem surprising at first thought.

But when Chi Xueyan thought of Sheng Xiaoyue, a deep soap opera lover, and the short gossip from parents who hadn't stopped during the Spring Festival, he thought it was very reasonable.

If his mother likes to watch the eight o'clock soap opera every night, he will probably be forced to get used to watching this kind of excitement, and even experience some kind of pleasure from it.

After a while, He Qiao noticed his gaze, withdrew his mind, and asked, "Do you want to go?"

Couples not far away are still arguing, and the fighting has intensified, and it has escalated to the point of looking for the police.

Seeing that He Qiao didn't seem to care about it at all, Chi Xueyan didn't take another look in the direction where the movement was getting bigger and bigger, but stared at himself without distraction.

A smile could not be restrained in his eyes.

"Leave later." Chi Xueyan said, "I want to watch the excitement."

Then, they sat in the service station and watched the couple quarreling for half an hour together with many good people.

During this period, he yelled heart-piercingly eight times, slammed the car door five times, squatted on the ground and cried three times, and called the police twice.

Chi Xueyan, who was sleepy watching, couldn't remember what they were arguing about, and relied on counting the big scene to drive away sleepiness.

When the police actually arrived, the couple's voices instantly quieted down, signaling the end of the excitement.

The crowd who stopped for this gradually dispersed, and Chi Xueyan returned to the car with He Qiao.

After a short and long half hour, his only thought was that such a fierce quarrel should never happen between him and He Qiao.

A long time ago, Chi Xueyan said nonsense in front of his parents that they never quarreled.

It now appears that this lie may come true.

Because He Qiao, who fell in love with him, never rejected him again, would not reject any of his requests, and would obey all his likes and dislikes.

Whether it's a little hobby that doesn't matter, or something more intolerable.

It was a love dominated by reason and restraint.

Chi Xueyan actually didn't know if this was a good thing.

He has never experienced love in a narrow sense before, and has no corresponding experience.

But in the larger scope of love, he often has conflicts with his parents, and also has unhappiness with good friends.

Chi Xueyan simply doesn't like to waste time arguing with others, and prefers to use hands instead of words, but he doesn't reject those negative-sounding moments in every relationship.

Instead, he felt that it would make the relationship more complete.

Because he had to appease his angry parents, he learned to make some simple desserts.

While making desserts and telling fairy tales, observing the expressions of parents in the reflection of the glass window, watching them change from a little bit of anger to anger, seems to be a special kind of beauty.

Not to mention disputes and reconciliation with friends, it is part of improving mutual understanding and closer relationship.

Chi Xueyan has seen everyone close to her when she is angry or sad, but she has never seen He Qiao.

He is always gentle with himself.

Like a shell finally embracing the tenderness of a pearl.

And the cold and hard shell should have another side.

Everyone should have another side.

On the next trip after getting out of the service station, I changed to He Qiao to drive.

Chi Xueyan in the passenger seat was getting more and more sleepy, so she returned to the more comfortable car, leaned against the bed and watched the scenery flying backwards.

In the crowded and warm home, he imagined the other side of the shell and fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up again, the car had already parked beside the special camping base.

Chi Xueyan was covered with a soft blanket. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, opened the curtains a little, and saw other station wagons parked beside him, people walking back and forth, and the endless dark green forest.

The light outside was a kind of warm gold brewing from the dusk, which quietly poured in along the long and narrow gap opened by him, and quietly fell on another figure.

He Qiao gently closed the refrigerator door, put the barbecue ingredients purchased in advance in the morning on the kitchen counter, unpacked them, and waited for them to thaw.

After waking up, Chi Xueyan hugged the blanket, watching the warm golden light linger on the familiar face, outlining the vivid and unforgettable lines.

This is a very functional and very small home.

They were so close that they could touch each other's hearts with one hand.

He Qiao, who was preparing for the barbecue, looked up suspiciously, and met his gaze: "Are you hungry?"

He saw Chi Xueyan shaking his head first, then nodding.

Then, Chi Xueyan lifted the blanket and stood up, took the initiative to help him get things, and at the same time answered the question: "Let's get out of the car together."

The dusk in the forest became more and more intense, and the smell of food wafted in the wind.

He Qiao took care of the barbecue work, and Chi Xueyan was taking pictures with a camera.

He took pictures of the snotty and smirking children in the strange family next door, the moment when the setting sun kissed the tops of the trees, and the green pepper skewers that He Qiao accidentally burned and silently threw into the trash can.

At the same time, He Qiao felt that Chi Xueyan seemed to be looking for something.

He wandered around and encountered all kinds of small wild animals from time to time, so when he came back, he asked thoughtfully, "Are you afraid of bugs?"

"..." He Qiao replied truthfully, "I'm not afraid."

"Then you reach out."

He Qiao had already noticed that he seemed to be holding something in his hand, and still stretched out his hand as promised.

In the center of the palm he opened to his lover, something green and shiny fell down immediately, with small thorns on the surface.

It can easily be mistaken for a caterpillar.

But not really bugs.

The first time He Qiao touched it, he discovered that it was just a plant that looked like a bug, called cocklebur.

He withdrew his hand reflexively.

Chi Xueyan watched the cocklebur fall straight into the grass, and couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you afraid?"

It is rare for him to capture a more real anxiety in his lover who is always gentle and calm.

But in the next second, he heard the other party's almost subconscious answer.

"I'm not afraid of bugs, but plants full of thorns." He Qiao said, "Because I was pricked by a cactus when I was a child."

The moment the voice fell, the two of them were startled at the same time.

Chi Xueyan came to his senses first, he turned his gaze away from He Qiao, looked at the cocklebur that was the same color as the green grass, and said in the usual tone, "I'll remember, I won't take you to play in the desert in the future."

After a while, He Qiao replied: "You can go, it doesn't matter if you don't get close to the cactus."

There was no excess emotion in his voice.

It seems to be simply discussing the places to travel in the future.

The aroma of barbecue in the air is getting stronger and stronger.

As night fell, all kinds of lights were lit up in the camp, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

During the dinner chat, the two of them tacitly did not discuss the issue: who was the one who was pierced by a cactus when he was a child.

Was He Qiao really just the same name and surname as the person in the book, and was he born on the same day?

Chi Xueyan thought, as an outsider, he had already guessed this question, and now it was finally noticed by the person concerned.

In the misty forest, the refreshing rain gradually began to fall.

The late night, which is about to be shrouded in sleep, is stained with a damp and dense atmosphere.

The white fingertips gently lifted the edge of the curtain a little again.

Amidst the faint sound of rain, Chi Xueyan saw raindrops continuously beating against the tents pitched in the camp outside, and the outside of the window glass was dripping with rain, while the inside was covered with a thin layer of white mist.

On such a night, being in a caravan with a comfortable temperature has become a very happy thing.

At least it is more like a home that can shelter from the wind and rain.

There are warm beds and quilts at home, as well as the embrace of lovers.

But today's embrace was not what Chi Xueyan asked for.

The arms around his body were also stronger than before, with a kind of stubborn and cautious cherishment.

After a while, Chi Xueyan, who was tired of watching the rain scene, let go of the curtain, turned over, and turned his gaze to the people around him.

He saw the handsome profile lines as usual, and also saw more silence than usual.

He didn't know what He Qiao was thinking now.

Maybe you are thinking about who you really are, maybe you are thinking about who the love you have at the moment belongs to, or maybe you are thinking about more complicated and difficult things.

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't intend to ask, but he suddenly wanted to chat with He Qiao.

Talk about cacti.

"Can I grow cacti on my balcony at home?"

"Can."

"Do you feel scared when you hear the word cactus?"

"Won't."

"What if I said cactus every day before I said good night to you?"

"..."

Hearing this bizarre thought, He Qiao finally withdrew his thoughts and looked sideways at him.

He saw that Chi Xueyan's eyes were extremely bright illuminated by the light, and something very soft was shining inside.

"There are also thorns on the branches of roses. Why are you not afraid of roses, but like this flower the most?"

"That's different."

"What's the difference?"

He Qiao thought for a while before giving the answer: "Because roses are beautiful."

The person with the same hair color as the rose said: "I feel the same, anyway, it will **** my hands when I touch it."

Chi Xueyan suddenly got closer to him, crimson hair brushed against his chin, roses bloomed on his chest, and their hearts seemed to be clinging to each other.

The rain was pouring down outside the car, and when He Qiao lowered his head slightly to kiss the forehead of the person in his arms, he heard his somewhat hazy voice.

"But it's okay if you feel different."

"Whether it's the same or not, I like you."

The person kissed said softly: "You who are afraid of cacti but love roses."